From the BK to the SK
 
So I have changed my blog title a few times but have settled on a final title:
From BK to the SK
Whenever I am away from home, I come to appreciate home more than I thought possible. I scrutinize it a lot. I do tend to hate on Brooklyn and all the hooligans and goons and absolute Snookie wanna-bes you can find on any corner, but I would not have chosen a better place to grow up.
Brooklyn is, without a doubt, one of the best places on earth. Whenever I watch a movie or see a TV show that takes place at home, I can't help but feel proud. And, it's funny, New York is so entirely self-centered. Whenever people say they're "from New York" but don't mention somwhere in the city (mainly Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx), my immediate reaction is, "You're not from New York!" I tend to forget that it's a large state with more places than NYC, though realistically the city is really the only place people want to be. I was lucky enough to grow up there. Granted, I don't know it like the back of my hand. It's been a long time since I actually lived there, probably about 4 years. But, when I go home, I go to the most desired city in the world, and there's no greater feeling than that.
That, however, brings me to my next point.
I've been here almost four months, which is a crazy thought. It does feel like the weeks fly by, and maybe that's because I have so much fun and I enjoy (for the most part) every second of my job - the good, the bad and the ugly. Four months. It sounds like so much and like it has gone so fast, but realistically, there is SO much time left.
There is a lot coming up to look foward to, like Christmas and my winter vacation to Malaysia, but right now I wouldn't even be done with my semester abroad. It'd be just about coming to an end, and my friends and I would be recklessly drinking as much Spumante as our bodies could consume while still managing to eat more calories than possible in just one sitting at our favorite restaurants. Oh, Italy - my friends and I embodied the word 'meatball', because we were all jut little meatballs rolling through the tiny, narrow streets of Firenze.
I have never lived anywhere longer than when I lived in Italy, though there is no doubt in my mind that I can't handle it. I am just interested in seeing how those six months feel, what that transition will be like and how intense my traveler's itch will get at that point.
When I was watching that movie, "The Switch", an interesting point came up (just about the only interesting point in the movie): Everyone in life is always in a rush, hurrying from one place to another; maybe, then, that's why it's called the human race.
 


Margaret
12/16/2010 12:39

I'm so glad you feel that way about growing up in Brooklyn. I always felt that way too. Kisses & Hugs!

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